Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tajikistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Men They Couldn't Hang to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Rod Modell,
MDC,
Pulsallama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Oneida,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mark Hollis,
Niagra,
Boredoms,
Sam Rivers,
Motorama,
New Order,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zero Boys,
Sparks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donald Byrd,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fatback Band,
The Music Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
Erasure,
Fad Gadget,
The Smiths,
The Last Poets,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxy Music,
Gichy Dan,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
The Mummies,
Tears for Fears,
D'Angelo,
The Leaves,
Soulsonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Terry,
Nico,
Hardrive,
Suburban Knight,
Section 25,
ABBA,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ten City,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.